She does not belong to the outside world,
since the day that she was born.
She has to make her way alone and on her own 
She's not Daddy's little princess,
she's her mothers Nightingale.
She is the melancholy bird of a fairtale.
But it was this lie
that makes her cry.
When this bird sings someone hast to die,
raise it high above her grave
the sad serenade.
her tiny voice sings about sweet, love and bittersweet pain.
of broken wings and how she felt from grace
the sad serenade of the nightingale
she likes to play with her dead pets collected on the street
and cries a 1000 diamond tears about their mortality
the sadness of these days races deep into her soul
washes away all of her smiles and leaves an instant woe
she can't sleep at night
she weeps and cries
everything she loves has to die
raise it high above her grave the sad serenade
her tiny voice sings of a sweet, love and bittersweet pain
of broken wings and how she felt from grace
the sad serenade of the nightingale

it's her [bad word] that sacrifices so [bad word] much
as nightingales would do for love
it's her damnation
her destination - suicide